Deeper. I want to go much deeper.
Higher, however much higher I can go.
I must know the depths of my soul’s Keeper
And climb the highest hills so I can know.
Know the One who fearfully and wonderfully made me.
Experience the blessed shelter of His wings.
Enter the fearful Presence of His Glory.
Bask in the Holiness of His secret things.
Deeper, I must find the ancient way.
Higher, I must lean on His strength some how.
There’s so much more that awaits every day
Than what I am living right now.
I know there is a road that goes to something new
Lovingly My Lord bids me to come.
There’s obstacles along the way that block my view.
So, to the altar of sacrifice I must run.
Deeper, each time I go back to the cleansing altar.
Higher, the roadway to His heart becomes more clear.
He removes the sins and hurts that cause me to falter.
He fills me with great hope and joyful cheer.
So, I press on seeking His Presence.
I keep my eyes fixed on Him alone.
Day by day I let down my defense.
Soon, I will see the King on His glorious throne.
Deeper, but not yet in death taken out of this world.
Higher. I just know I can enter His Presence here and now.
Jesus paved the way to the Father with His blood.
His disciples follow Him with heads bowed down.
Intensity of love. His fragrance and His touch
Deeper, higher is my, our, heritage.
It’s a place where we become for Him a flaming torch
And enter the glories of His Heaven’s edge.